Triple Rosie finally join forces with FaceOmeter to make something other than a stupid video and in just over an hour they churn out a tune. They then make a stupid video of themselves playing it, which undermines things somewhat. But this way you get to see the fluid process of art in motion! Come and see them live, by which time they might have learnt the song or something.

TWO PADS
So yeah, we're shackled here, joined in our fate
Synchronising feet and thighs in one unsteady gait
Rocks need breaking up in the heat of the afternoon
The sun beats down, I work my ground with only a teaspoon...

Now spoons sit in coffee cups, frothy at the edge:
Millions come and each takes one, restoring them's my pledge.
Time drags by and in a while my own will stare at me
From the centre of the sitting room, quite inquisitively.

It's all on the table, you can read it like a tract,
Infer our rate of progress from the eccles cakes intact,
Mugs and roll-up stubs and nearly-empty cans of beer -
The history of our degree of respite's hidden here.

And my two pads are laid out before me -
One to put my words into and one in which to be -
And firework wars and chores abound around our little walls,
We'll play them all away until the early morning calls us. (less info)